Last night in Paris was an evening of musical beds. I woke up several times to check on my nieces, as I know the first night away from home can be a bit sad, and jet lag can…

  They made it. The stories they collected on the eleven-hour flight could fill their diaries. Ah, the joy of "firsts", the little details, the sparkle in their eye, the curiosity, the awakening of wonder that something new brings. They were…

  Ten years ago before my Father died I was home by his side for several months. During that very sad time, I was able to spend time with my nieces. I got to know them in a way that I would never…

is being happy Simply happy. And that is no small potatoes.

  Saint Baume. I took this photo from the car window while the last of the day's sunrays touched the mountain crest. Another day another gift, was I worthy of it, did I live it fully?         …

    A few days ago it was Annie's birth date. I walked up the hill to her home and picked a few faded roses from the rose bush that her mother had planted years ago. On the way home…